As I follow a mourner's moon
High up to the neverending
A cold distracting wind, that slashes the earth
I leave behind
Further into cosmic abyss
And no turning back
I have been arranged
As a desert was born
High up to the neverending
A cold distracting wind, that slashes the earth
I leave behind
Further into cosmic abyss
And no turning back
I have been arranged
As a desert was born